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Oct 2011
Sunday was once important to me,
It meant going to Mass and
praying to me,
but when God called you home,
it meant nothing to me,
now Sunday means nothing to me.

Religion has no longer has a place in my life,
that is because my frail heart has been
cut with a knife,
It is just a bunch of senseless words,
it gives me no comfort like it did once.

I wish Sunday did mean something to me once
again, but I don't think it will because
you are not here,

It is not the fact that I have love my lost for the Lord,
I just can't go into Mass alone, and not think
about you anymore.

I know what you will tell me to do if you were here,
I need to go Mass and hear God's Word
To take his body and blood, and let it
nourish me, and I will be well one again,
spiritually.

Sunday will come and Sunday will go,
like they always do and you will be on my mind
like you always are.

I think of you every day and every night,
I miss you more than ever know and I wish
you were here by my side.
Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson
Written by
Lucie Elizabeth Ann Wesson  Evanston, Illinois
(Evanston, Illinois)   
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